"I liked Darcy, but I didn't see it as anything serious.I danced with Maeve. I tried to focus on the slower tunes. It is my sincere belief that an imp...rtant part of the experience of dancing with a woman is feeling her body against mine. She did not complain.We also talked. At times it felt awfully close to an interrogation."What kind of work do you do," she had asked me."Odd jobs."She made a doubtful face. "You can't make very much doing odd jobs." No, odd jobs; Jobs where it can be difficult. It is a late show and the theatre is sparsely populated, but not quite empty, so we take a seat in the back as the lights go out and the film begins. I rest my hand on your thigh, sensing the dry warmth emanating from your soft, smooth skin, and then squeeze it, feeling the supple muscles. I watch your face, noticing the naughty twinkle in your eye as you realise we will not be actually watching the film. My hand moves slowly up, fingers barely touching, fluttering over your skin. I reach the. I slowly hung up the phone, and began staring out at nothing, when Jason crept back into my thoughts. I had to chase him away, get rid of him.“I love Kevin Costner’s Ass!” I shouted and raised my fist high into the air.“Yeah, yeah, we know!” Tammy yelled back from the laundry room. I walked down the hallway to the laundry room with a notion of lecturing her about fairness in cinema, but when I saw her, another thing began to stir.Tammy was still in her tiny sexy, see-through camisole. Only now. The next day at school I set my plan into motion. Ms helms has a closet full of clothes and for changing I just have to get her in there.While everyone is socializing and doing their work I walk into her office and see her. Her skin a mix of a white girl tan and Lightskin black. Her hair black at the roots and blond almost all the way with tits that could fit in my hands but still squish out. "Hey cameron what do you need"?"Well I have a problem and, can you help me in the changing.